The elevator groaned in protest, as its ancient machinery was set
into motion by the pressing of the eighteenth floor button. Her
building was old. So old the elevator had a steel gate instead of a
door, and buttons so round and thick they looked like they belonged
on an arcade game. She hated how slow it was. How it merely crawled
its way through the floors shaking and rattling with barely enough
stability. She swore that if she didn't live so high up she'd take
the stairs. She looked at her companion out of the corner of her eye.

Simple joy and half elation.

Bill the doorman had looked questioningly at the both of them when
they walked through the lobby; his eyebrows raised and arms folded.
She got the feeling he couldn't believe what he was seeing. In sense
neither could she. She'd been staring and wondering about Lois Lane
for months. Now she was here in this rickety old box in the oldest
building in Metropolis waiting to get to her apartment. It felt
surreal to be with her. They'd never really even had a conversation
before tonight. Not unless you counted the few words they'd exchanged
at the office party Perry had thrown in her honor a few weeks ago.

She'd just won the Pulitzer Prize for journalism for her story on
corruption in the Metropolis P.D. Vice Squad. Champagne, actual
French champagne, Perry spared no expense; flowed like rivers into
cheap plastic glasses with the bottoms that kept falling off. Thirty-
two floors worth of Daily Planet employees crammed themselves into
the main office floor. The crowd made it hard to actually enjoy
yourself. It was the first time anyone on the paper had won such an
award in nearly twenty years, and the staff was itching to celebrate.
She sat on top of a bookcase full of back issues and watched as Lois
shook hand after hand, each person offering their congratulations,
her smiling politely. She remembered thinking that no one could
honestly make a business suit look that good. She'd already had a
thing for her then, she'd had a 'thing' since the first day she
started working there. She couldn't explain to herself in full words
what it exactly it was about her.

Simple attraction tinged with lust.

She'd never actually gotten close enough to her to get noticed,
Pulitzer Prize winning investigative reporters rarely ever noticed up
and coming column and feature writers. She had mostly kept to herself
in her corner desk. She's still not sure if it was the boredom or the
three glasses of bubbly going straight to her head that made her
actually get up and talk to the raven haired woman still holding her
trophy.

"Congratulations," she said. "A prize well deserved."

Lois smiled politely, said thank you, and stuck her hand out. She was
surprised by how soft it was. Her own hands, no matter how often she
tried to moisturize, were still rough and callous after six of seven
hours of straight typing everyday. Lois's hands though, seemed
completely un-phased. She knew it was the alcohol that made her press
her lips to the back of the offered hand, the need to feel that
smooth skin under her mouth at least once.

Just a little taste.

After realizing the forwardness of the gesture, the uncertainty if
such a thing was even welcome, she muttered a weak apology. She'd had
bad past experiences of such forwardness with women. Especially when
they weren't even interested like that. The looks of mild disgust and
immediate brush-offs. Lois offered no response at all. Merely kept
the polite smile locked in place and nodded her head, her eyes
emitting the slightest sparkle of intrigue as the next well wisher
approached. She hadn't stayed too long after that, throwing her glass
into the garbage, she took off muttering small curses of stupidity to
herself the entire cab ride home.

She completely avoided looking at Lois the next few days, not that
she noticed. Jimmy kept telling her it wasn't that big of a deal. A
kiss on the hand rarely meant anything these days, and he doubted
that Lois would have gotten any implication of what it could have
meant anyway. She told him about the look in her eyes. He said she
got that all the time, so she decided to drop it. It was childish and
it had been hard enough not to look anyway. The position of her desk
in the office gave her the perfect line of sight at Lois's. Her mere
geographical location was pretty much how this whole thing started.

Lois never noticed her beyond 'you work here don't you?' looks
exchanged at the coffee maker or copy machine. So imagine the
surprise she felt when Lois stepped into the bar tonight. The kind of
bar your straight friends wouldn't even pause in front of. She'd been
absently sipping on a strawberry margarita she didn't really want,
using the precipitation from the glass to draw misshapen faces on the
surface of the bar. She still doesn't know what made her look up at
the door, but as she felt the heat of Lois's body still next to her
in the elevator, she's glad she did. She felt her stomach sink at the
sight of her unrequited affections standing in the foyer. She wasn't
sure if she could just have waved her over, maybe she was lost, or
had just randomly walked in.

Oh, the sky is falling.

She resigned herself back to only watching as she took another
unwanted sip of her drink. Lois's dark eyes scanned through the
moderate crowd, she seemed to be looking for someone. Her mind went
blank when their eyes met, Lois's lips curving into a smile as she
made her way toward the bar. She took one glance at what Chloe was
drinking and ordered the same. For the first time since college she'd
felt speechless. No words could form, as Lois looked her up and down,
reaching for her drink when it arrived. She searched her mind
fleetingly for something to say. A remark about some current event, a
recent crime, or even a sporting event of some kind. The only thing
she conjured was a lame comment about the weather and another
congratulations for an award she'd won nearly three weeks ago.

Lois was oddly silent sipping on her drink and never moving her eyes.
She shifted uncomfortably on her stool, her mouth moving to speak,
nothing coming out. She felt a blush threaten to flush her cheeks and
muttered a small apology under her breath about not being more
interesting. Lois laughed lightly and put her drink down.

"I didn't think you were going to be this shy," she said. "I've read
your columns. They're good. You seem to stand strongly behind your
beliefs yet look at everything objectively. Nice sarcastic overtones
as well, or are people not supposed to catch onto that?"

Flattery? It was certainly unexpected, but not unwelcome.

"You've read my work?" She finally managed to say.

"I have," Lois replied. "Which is why I didn't think you'd be so
sheepish with me. The girl who wrote those words didn't seem the
type."

"Oh well... I..."

I don't know how to talk to you.

"You actually liked it?"

"You seemed surprised."

"I don't know," she sighed, her lameness finally starting to annoy
her. "I didn't think you knew who I was."

Lois laughed again. A gently soothing laugh that seemed to put her at
ease. She watched the way her slim muscles of her throat worked with
the laughter, felt the urge to run her tongue along them. She shook
her head. It was not the time to lose herself in another fantasy.

"So do you come here often?" She said, immediately feeling the sting
of embarrassment for recycling such a tired line. "Because I haven't
seen you here before."

It was her turn to laugh and she looked shyly down at the bar. It had
been awhile since she'd flirted with anyone. The last time being
nearly a year ago with Carla from marketing. It was a completely
different ballgame when someone you'd wanted from afar for so long
suddenly decided to pay you some mind. She didn't know how to
proceed.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Lois grinned and leaned closer.

"I was waiting for you to come to me. I wasn't the one with crush you
know."

Brief flash of mortification.

"Jimmy has a big mouth," she grumbled.

"Don't be too hard on him," Lois grinned. "He was just being
protective of you. Even threatened me if I hurt you. Kind of sweet if
you think about it. And besides, I had my suspicions. I've seen you
looking a few times."

"Oh."

Small blush.

"Well I uh..."

"Please don't be embarrassed."

"Okay."

"After that kiss on the hand I expected something to happen, but you
stayed put."

"Well I didn't know you were... And I had a few bad experiences with
people who weren't and I just didn't want that to happen again. Not
with you..."

Voice turned to whisper.

"I understand." Lois replied killing off her drink.

The conversation lulled into awkward silence and she once again
shifted on her seat trying to think of something newsworthy to talk
about. Lois had something else in mind as she leaned closer.

"I know you want me," she whispered, her breath causing shivers.

Attention focused on Lois's hand dancing freely across her leg.

"But I can't do everything."

Place my hand atop of yours.

Her eyes focused slowly on their hands, her gaze moving up the length
of Lois's Gucci covered arm, across the sharp angle of her shoulder
and across the skin of her neck finally descending on brick red
painted lips. Lois's fingers curled around hers, squeezing gently.

For a moment she couldn't do anything. A small part of her mind
simply refused to believe it could be so easy. But another part, a
bigger part accepted that it was.

Soft lips and candied caresses.

Lois's lips were soft, repeatedly moistened with lipstick throughout
the day, but held a gentle firmness as they pushed back against hers.
She let her tongue slip passed those lips, soliciting a small moan
from the other woman. Her mouth tasted sweet from the strawberry
juice of the margarita, but sour from the tequila. Lois unwound their
hands, moving both of hers atop the blonde's hips and pulling her
closer. The stool screeched weakly against the linoleum.

No hesitation.

They both knew what they wanted.

She lost herself in the kiss, relishing each second of contact. It
was such unidentified euphoria getting what you wanted. Who you
wanted.

She whimpered softly in protest as Lois pulled away, her eyes still
dreamily closed.

"I live all the way on the West Side," Lois said. "Tell me your bed
is closer."

Preview of things to come.

"Around the corner," she replied.

"Your place it is then."

She hoped the security camera was still broken as Lois pushed her
against the wall of the elevator, her lips too impatient for her
apartment. She really didn't want to give Bill a peep show.

The skin of Lois's hands were always smooth and soft, but there was
nothing smooth about the way they squeezed her ass, or soft how her
arm wound around her neck, holding her as close as possible.

Give me everything.

"You made me crazy having to wait for you," Lois gasped against her
cheek before sliding her tongue across her lips and kissing her once
again. "Staring at me all day, never making a move."

"I didn't..."

"You didn't know. You said that."

Her hand slid between Chloe's nylon covered legs, tracing their way
up her thigh, and slipping past the silk of her panties feeling the
growing moisture of her folds.

She couldn't help the whimper of pleasure escape her throat, her
insides burning with intense fire spreading from her legs. Lois
slipped another finger and she bucked against the wall the bang of
her elbow echoing through.

"Now that you know," Lois began, her warm breath building heat along
her neck. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I...," she gasped, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto,
finally settling on the rusted out handle that ran along the
perimeter. She quickly checked what floor they were up to, sighing
inwardly with relief when she saw the number thirteen. For the first
time she was thankful the elevator was slow. Lois's lips brushed
quickly under her ear, her hands still working their magic inside.

"Tell me," she said, her voice low and husky.

She felt the warm coppery taste of blood as she bit down on her lip
to keep from crying out. She knew why Lois had gotten so far in life
so fast. She knew what she wanted. Was motivated enough to get it, to
see it through. She could imagine a teenaged Lois Lane skipping the
high school paper completely and going straight for local. She could
see a skeptical editor reviewing her work, saying she had promise.
Lois railroading through college, not even having to intern before
landing a job at the Planet. Making reporter in less than a year.

See. Want. Get.

Lois knew what she was doing.

"Tell me," she repeated. "Tell me or I'll stop."

Heat spreading like wild fire. So close.

"Don't stop..."

Fingers slick and firm. Sensation never wavering.

"Tell me what you want."

"I... Ahh..."

"I'll stop..."

"I want to fuck you;" she gasped, the first wave of the orgasm
tingling through her entire body, her knuckles turning white against
her grip on the handle. Her climax recoiled her hips to crash into
Lois's nearly knocking them to the floor.

Lips crashed into one another with reverent fury, velvet tongues
meeting lap for lap against each other.